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Just posted a couple of chapters of a new House of Ashes fic I'm writing on ao3. Here's a sneak peek of the first chapter ;)
Jason dips his hand under the collar of his shirt, pulling out a silver chain with a small metal rectangular tag.
"Here." Jason says, offering it to Salim, "somethin' to remember me by."
Salim stares wide-eyed at the gesture. "Jason, I couldn't -"
"Sure you can, and besides, no one gets my last name right. Maybe it'll help you find me again... if you'd want to..."
Salim smiles that kind, gentle smile that makes Jason's blood pump faster. For a man so deadly, he's oddly innocent looking when he smiles.
Salim takes the silver tag, putting it over his neck. Then he pulls something out of his pocket. A bronze coloured chain with an oval tag with Arabic written on it.
Jason takes it with a confused chuckle. "I appreciate the sentiment, Salim, but... I don't know what the hell this says."
"Something for you to learn then." Salim responds with a smirk.
Jason chuckles again, shaking his head at the idea of trying to learn another language.
Jason takes a moment to admire the Iraqi dog tag before putting it on.
Jason gets the sudden feeling he's being watched. He turns to see Eric and Nick slowly approaching.
"It looks like our time is up, friend."
"Fuck... I guess so..." Jason sighs, letting his head fall limp on his shoulders.
"Jason, can you do me one last favour?"
"Anything."
